23. Harrison

I one hundred percent thought that Gordon was going to storm out of here when he stood up, but turns out my idiot best friend managed to see the light after all, and though he hasn’t exactly given us his blessing, he can at least see this is real, what Arlo and I have.

Niki seems great, too. He’s had a few girlfriends over the years, not that I got to know many of them. He didn’t bring them around the team, and I doubt they ever meant enough to him to introduce them to his brothers. These guys are his everything, and I guess that’s what made it so hard for him to trust that I won’t hurt Arlo. Or at least that I won’t intentionally hurt him.

“That was good, right?” Arlo asks, placing the last of the bowls in the dishwasher after everyone’s left.

“I think so. He was pretty much back to his normal self by the end of the night.”

“I can’t believe it worked.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were checking me out all last year,” I say, tossing the dish towel at him.

“Because that’s what a guy wants to hear, ‘hey, sooo I was sort of checking you out for months and drawing you and have like loads of pictures all over my apartment,’ not stalkerish at all,” he laughs, tossing the cloth back. “Now hurry up and wipe over the table so I can show you what I bought.”

“You bought me something?”

“I bought us something, but I’m kind of nervous for you to see it now.”

I swipe the table in a haphazard zigzag with the cloth, toss it into the sink, and grab Arlo by the waist swinging him around.

“Where is it? Show me.”

“It’s in the bedroom,” he laughs, and I carry him there, only lowering him to the floor when I spot it.

He’s bought a gold-framed floor-length mirror and it’s standing in the corner of his room, facing the bed.

“Ohhh, I like this idea,” I say, crawling onto the bed and peering over at my reflection in the glass.

“I thought if I was going to draw more of…those kinds of pictures, it would help to get a better idea of what we look like when we’re…”

“Oh no, don’t get shy now darlin’, this is the best idea ever.”

“You think?” he asks, and I jump off the bed and kiss him.

“We’re going to prove it, right now.”

I strip off my shirt and pants and climb back onto the bed lying on the pillows, my gaze immediately going to my reflection.

“Hmm, maybe a little left,” I say, and Arlo shakes his head but moves over and adjusts the mirror.

“Better?”

“Perfect, now get that hot ass over here.”

He takes his time stripping off his clothes, and it’s frustrating as fuck, but also totally sexy, and when he takes a few steps forward before stripping off his boxers, I get the perfect view of his ass as he rolls them down.

“Best present ever,” I say, adjusting myself.

“It’ll get even better,” he says, crawling up the bed between my legs. He slides his hands up my thighs slowly, the smooth pads of his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin before he reaches my aching cock. He grips the base, leans down and wraps his lips over my swollen head.

“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” I groan, my eyes darting between his reflection, round ass up in the air perfect as fuck, and his mouth sucking my cock deeper into his throat. “Move your ass over here,” I say, and he peers up at me through thick lashes and my cock slips from his mouth. He goes to move up to my side, but I shake my head. “No, flip around, I still want to watch you in the mirror doing that.”

He frowns for a second, then smiles, as realization sets in and as he spins around, I help move his leg over my chest positioning his ass in the perfect place, right in front of my face. I squeeze both his glorious round cheeks in my hands and then check back at the reflection in the mirror to find him watching, too. He holds eye contact with me, then runs his tongue up the length of my cock before tonging my slit. Pleasure rolls over me, and I raise a brow.

“Two can play at the teasing game,” I say, and then I spread his cheeks with my hands and run my tongue up from his taint to the dimple at the top of his ass. He shudders and swallows me down into his throat with a satisfying moan.

I tease his hole with my tongue, circling it and striking it with long slow strokes, as he continues sucking and jerking me off. Being able to see him the whole time is so fucking good, and I can’t wait to see this captured in one of his cheeky drawings later.

I press the tip of my tongue at his entrance, and as his ass opens up, drawing it inside, he moans over my cock and pushes his ass back, burying my tongue even deeper.

My lips press against his hole, tongue swirling inside him, and when I pull out, I replace my tongue with a finger and bury it deep.

“Oh, fuck,” he cries, lifting his mouth from my cock and arching his back.

“Oh, stay like that,” I say, watching him in the mirror as I draw my finger out and slowly push it back inside. His eyes close for a moment, his mouth slightly open, and he moans a soft sigh.

“Oh, yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you?” I ask, and he opens his eyes and locks his stare at me.

“I didn’t think I would like it this much. It’s fucking unreal. Your finger is so thick. Do you think you can add more?”

“Only one way to find out,” I say, and I lean in and add some more lubrication, tonguing his hole as I slide my finger in and out a few more times stretching him, then I start to work in my thumb, too. He sucks in a breath, and the pressure around my fingers tightens for a second, but then as I twist and slurp, he starts to relax.

I wait until he’s pushing back against me, trying to bury them deeper, before I start spreading them out inside him, stretching his hole open, and when I can get my tongue between them, he turns back to me.

“Do you think I could take you?” he asks, and I smile.

“I thought you…”

“I never wanted to before, but with you, I want to try, if you want to.”

“Oh, I really fucking want to, and you are so ready,” I reply, and I twist my fingers one more time, making his eyes flutter a little in pleasure before I let them slip free from him. He crawls forward on the bed but doesn’t turn around, instead pausing sitting his ass on my lap, my cock brushing against his balls and sending vibrations through me as I try to grab a condom and lube from the nightstand.

“Here,” I say, handing them over. He rolls the condom down my shaft and covers it with so much lube it dribbles down the sides and into my crack.

“We can take it slow, and if it hurts, just stop,” I say, and he looks over his shoulder at me and then rises onto his knees.

“I’m not worried,” he replies, shifting down the bed to straddle my hips, then he lifts himself and crouches over my cock, holding the base, he keeps his head turned, watching me while he lowers himself down onto it. I nearly blow right then.

His eyes close and he pauses, then withdraws a little.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be,” he says through a long slow breath. “Just need a second.”

“We can stop.”

“I don’t want to,” he replies, his eyes opening before I feel him descend further, the pressure and heat of him surrounding my cock.

“Holy shit, that’s so good,” I moan, and he smiles before rising a little, then moving down further again. It’s torturously good, feeling him clench around me and release over and over.

He turns his head to watch us from the mirror.

“Oh, it looks good, too,” he says, and I check our reflection in the mirror. He’s not wrong there. Holding my stare, he moves up and down, setting the pace he needs to get comfortable and when he bottoms out, I suck in a breath.

“Wow.”

“Really?” he asks, his cheeks warming with a beautiful glow.

“Hell yes.”

“What about…this?” he asks, moving his hips back and forth a little. My hands grip his waist.

“Fuck, yes, soooo good.”

I keep my hands on his waist as he rolls his hips repeatedly, pushing me as deep as I can go, and then he presses his hands against my thighs and lifts himself. At first, he’s slow, teasing me with each controlled movement, but then he starts to speed up and my fingers clench down on the bed as he bounces on top of me. It’s hard to focus on anything I can see with the rolling waves of lightning surging through me, but watching my cock bury deeper and deeper over and over into his ass has me edging so close.

My hand presses against his lower back, the tiny freckles like glitter on his skin, and as he leans against my hand, he grabs himself, fucking his fist in time with his bounce, and I’m gone. My eyes close, and I push my hips up, fucking his tight hole in fevered jerking thrusts and drawing out every drop from my balls. I force my eyes open, knowing I am missing the most beautiful sight in the world, and right as I check the reflection, his cock explodes, sending ribbons of come into the air.

“Holy fuuuuuuck,” he groans, rolling his ass against my groin until he’s spent.

“That was so good,” I reply, through heavy breaths, and as he lifts himself, I grip the base of the condom to keep it in place. We’re both on PrEP but our test results are not back yet so we’re playing it safe. And after that, I can’t wait to do it all again bareback.

Arlo grabs a towel and wipes up my leg, then passes it over and climbs into the bed to lie beside me.

“So the mirror was a good idea?” he asks, and I lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“The mirror was a fucking unreal idea,” I reply, tying off the condom and wiping myself off.

I roll away and grab my pants on the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and I grab out my phone.

“Ordering us some more mirrors, I want to see you fuck me from all angles next time.”

He laughs and grabs my arm, pulling me back on the bed.

“Next, you”ll want to record us.”

“Ohh, can we do that? We could use our phones, no wait. That’s probably not a good idea, what if someone hacks our phones?”

“You”re serious?” Arlo asks, and I nod.

“Hell yes. I mean if you want to.”

He blushes, but the smile on his lips tells me he’s thinking it over.

“We’d need an old-school camera, one that uses VHS, and a safe, with a code and everything to lock it up in.”

“Ohhh, hell yes,” I say, lying beside him and bringing up the app on my phone.

“I guess I could watch it while you’re away at all your games,” Arlo says, nuzzling into my side. The tour starts soon, and although we will fly to most of the games, making travel time less, it’s been on my mind, too. I don’t want to be away from him either.

“Why do you get to keep them? What if I want to watch them on tour?” I ask, full well knowing there is no way I would risk taking a tape of us fucking out of this apartment let alone on tour with me.

“You know why, you share a room on tour. I don’t think our video, if we make a video, will be suitable for sharing.”

I add four tall standing mirrors to my cart in the app and then start searching for cameras.

“You could come with us, you know?” I ask for the millionth time.

“Actually, I can’t,” he says, and I pause scrolling and roll a little to face him.

“Why?”

“I was asked to host a regular reading spot at the children’s shop, and I said yes.”

“You did?” I ask, my chest swelling with pride.

“It’s all thanks to you,” he says, and I shake my head.

“Nope, I gave you someone to look at, you grabbed and held the attention of a room full of niblets all on your own. I’m surprised none of the other places you read at offered you a similar gig.”

His cheeks blush.

“A couple of them did.”

“See, we all see how amazing you are. Well, I guess we can chat on the phone. You’ve gotten great at flirting, we can work on phone sex next?”

“Only if it’s a video call, I want to see you touching yourself while I watch.”

My dick twitches.

“I expect lots of sketch updates then, too.”

“Deal.”

I go back to searching for video cameras as he curls up beside me, but as we add things to the cart, it sinks in how hard it’s really going to be to be away from him. How do the others do it? I can’t imagine not seeing him for a few days let alone a few weeks.